Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Outside the door, listening to the faint sound of collapse in the training room, Mike scratched his hair in distress.

This is really bald.

I knew that I should control the power of the magic spell. Professor Flitwick's training room was expensive. Now that he has collapsed most of it with such a cannon, Professor Flitwick will definitely have to peel off his own skin.

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that there is no one in the living room now, and Professor Flitwick and Master Arthur are not seen at all.

He had been using Magic Perception just now, so he knew that Professor Flitwick and Lolo had rescued Arthur and his apprentice at the last moment by using a shapeshifter. However, they just left with a bang, where should I go to find them?

With a long sigh, Mike shook his head helplessly.

It's definitely not possible to leave directly. When I look back, I have to learn swordsmanship with Vesemir. Now that I have beaten other people's proud disciples like that, I should go and see it.

But where are they now?

Mike's brain was racing, guessing where they might go.

When thinking that Arthur was seriously injured and in urgent need of treatment, Mike thought that Professor Flitwick might have taken them directly to the hospital.

The best and only public hospital in the wizarding world in the UK is St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries!

Mike snapped his fingers crisply and called out Shuk's name.

The next second, the house elf Shuke appeared in front of him.

"Shook, can you take me to St. Mungo's?"

"No problem, master, I went to St. Mungo's with the previous master before." Shook paused and said, "But master, we'd better teleport to the door of the hospital, because doctors hate people being teleported directly to the hospital. "

Mike nodded, crouched down and put his hand on Shuke's shoulder, signaling him to set off immediately.

With a crisp finger snap, Mike's sight suddenly appeared in an alley.

This small alley, like many small alleys in the city at this time, is full of garbage. And looking at the garbage, Mike nodded again.

When he first came to this world, he could only pick up and eat from such a rubbish heap.

Fortunately, Mike is not the kind of person who likes memories. After letting Shuke leave first, he put an illusion on himself and came to the street.

He is now wearing a magic robe, and it is very troublesome to be seen by pedestrians.

Under the leadership of Shuke, Mike came to an old-fashioned red brick building.

The building's sign reads 'Ching Baptist Department Store', but there is a sign on the store's door that says it's closed for renovations.

Mike, who has been in the wizarding world for two years, is not a fledgling, and naturally knows the way to enter St. Mungo's.

I saw that it did not shy away from the Muggles around, and said directly to an ugly doll in front of the window: "I'm here to see the patient."

After explaining the purpose of his visit, the doll nodded slightly and waved his linked fingers.

Seeing that the window glass of the bento didn't exist, Mike slammed into it.

The feeling of going through the gate of St. Mungo's is very similar to the feeling of going through the nine and three-quarters partition wall. Mike closed and opened his eyes and appeared in a crowded reception area.

There are many people coming and going in this reception area. Most of them are patients and their family members in casual clothes. Compared with the doctors and nurses wearing dark green treatment clothes, there are far fewer doctors and nurses. It seems that the medical resources in the wizarding world are also quite similar. nervous.

After looking at the magic hospital for a while, Mike came to the information desk with full-time staff on duty.

At this time, a young man was arguing with the beautiful receptionist at the information desk with red ears, but no matter what he said, the receptionist was stern and ignorant.

Fortunately, their argument only lasted for a while, and the man walked away shortly after.

And after the man left, the beautiful receptionist breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello,

Have two elderly wizards, one tall and one short, come here with a severely burned patient just now? I am their friend and came to see the wounded. "

"Name, identity." The beautiful receptionist glanced at Mike and said angrily when he saw that it was a childish boy, "Aren't you an adult? Underage wizards need to be accompanied by guardians to visit patients."

As soon as Mike heard this tone, he knew that this beautiful woman was spreading the anger she had just received on herself, the smile on her face slowly disappeared, and she said in a somewhat cold tone: "Why? Why have I never heard of this kind of regulation? ?"

"We added it not long ago, because those underage wizards who lack control often can't control their hands to touch those expensive medical instruments and potions. In order to protect these things, we have to resort to this."

You're just treating me like a kid!

Mike's face was completely black, and his right hand, which was tied with the battle wand, was about to move one by one. To be honest, if this was not in the hospital, Mike would definitely give him some color.

"It's okay, Sorin, I know him, you can let him in."

A familiar voice came from the side, and when Mike heard the sound, he saw a magic portrait hanging on the wall not far away. It was an old witch with long silver curly hair. At this moment, the old witch was He looked at Mike kindly.

Mike was stunned when he saw the portrait of the old witch, because he had seen the portrait of the witch in Dumbledore's office, and later specifically checked the identity of the other party.

This witch is the legendary witch: Dalys-Derwent.

This witch with long silver curly hair is an outstanding healer who has been the dean of St. Mungo's for nineteen years, and has saved countless lives with her superb healing skills. And after he left St. Mungo's, he went to Hogwarts to be the headmaster for 27 years, which can be said to be famous.

Mike was not surprised that St. Mungone would hang the portrait of this witch. What surprised him was that Derwent in this portrait actually knew him, so that means, the magical portrait of the same person shared memory? Or, in fact, there is only one character in the portrait, but he can move in any one of his own portraits regardless of space?

"Yes! Ms. Derwent!" The receptionist was obviously afraid of Ms. Derwent, and started looking for information in a panic. After a while, he said, "They are in the spell injury department on the fifth floor!"

Hearing Mike no longer thought about it, and after thanking Ms. Derwent, he took the magic elevator to the fifth floor.

The fifth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital Road is the Curse Injury Department, which specializes in dealing with damage caused by magic spells. For example, if you randomly transform your own mother into a tigress and can't change it back, you need to come here for treatment. .

The fourth floor is the potions and plant poisoning department.

The third floor is the Department of Bizarre Infection. This department specializes in treating some bizarre diseases, such as dragon pox, dragon forest disease and so on. Among them, Mike also heard of a miraculous case, Longlin disease. This disease is a common disease, and it only exists in dragons, and it is difficult for humans to infect. Mike really didn't understand how the patient got this disease, because the transmission route of this disease is only indescribable.

The second floor is the biological injury department, which specializes in the damage caused by magical creatures, but sometimes people who are poisoned by poisonous creatures like the poison sac leopard will also transfer the patient to the fourth floor.

The first floor is the Artifact Injury Section. There's nothing to say about this. The crucible exploded and was injured by a Bludger. That's right.

Mike turned around for a while on the fifth floor and found Flitwick and Vesemir, who were waiting at the door of the treatment room.

Compared with Vesemir, who was staring anxiously at the door of the treatment room, Professor Flitwick was much more relaxed. Mike found him just as he walked in.

"Mike, why are you here?"

"I'll see Arthur..."

Mike's words were only halfway through, and Vesemir, who was beside him, ran over angrily with a cane, and reached out his hand to grab Mike's collar.

However, at this time, the dueling champion badge has been stored, and Vesemir's movement is too large, and it is regarded as an external physical attack.

So ever.

"bump!"

Vesemir never thought that Mike would fight back, so he slammed into the armor without reducing his speed, and because he leaned forward with his crutches, he hit his face first.

Looking at Vesemir, who was curled up on the ground, tears and nose bleeding non-stop, Mike and Flitwick were speechless.

In the end, it was Professor Flitwick who helped him up, stuffed two white cloths into his nostrils and coaxed him for a long time before he gave up the idea of ​​fighting with Mike on the spot.

From the conversation between the two, Mike also learned about Arthur's current situation.

Arthur, this kid has a strong vitality. Even if he suffered such a serious injury, he did not fall into a dying state, and he was still alive when he was pushed into the treatment room.

Of course, this is largely due to Flitwick sending him to the hospital as soon as possible, otherwise even he would have to kneel.

After listening to all this, Mike also joined the conversation between the two. At first, Vesemir was a little ignorant to Mike, but he quickly fell under the attack of Mike's mouth cannons, and began to be willing to have some conversations with Mike. Conversed.

Seeing this, the corners of Mike's mouth twitched faintly, revealing a faint smile, and at the same time, he secretly said:

"This is an old kid."

Flitwick and Mike, both masters and apprentices, were both human beings, so the topic quickly moved from Arthur's injury to Arthur's abilities.

"Hey, I said Vesemir, your precious apprentice is really strong! He almost cut Mike in half with one knife."

Flitwick spoke, but frantically winked at Mike. Mike naturally understands it, and doesn't say much politeness, just keeps nodding and saying:

"Yeah yeah!"

"Isn't this nonsense? Don't look at who taught it!"

When Professor Flitwick saw Vesemir gradually begin to let go of himself, he began to reveal his true purpose.

"How did you teach? Let's exchange experiences?" Professor Flitwick said. "Also, didn't you say that your student was a Muggle? Why do I think he seems to be able to do magic? Besides, his body The quality is also abnormally strong.”

As soon as these words came out, the original bright smile on Vesemir's face disappeared immediately, and his face became silent.

He wasn't a fool, so he could hear Flitwick's words.

He didn't look around until Mike was about to change the subject to ease the embarrassment. Seeing that there were only the three of them around, he said:

"Arthur, he is indeed a Muggle with no magical talent, even, even swordsmanship talent is average. But his willpower is very strong, I believe you have already seen this."

Mike nodded silently. He didn't have any doubts about this, because he was deeply impressed by the appearance of Arthur's body scalding but still charging at him as if he was dying.

"It is because his willpower is very strong that he passed the green grass trial and gained extraordinary power."

Vesemir sighed when he said this, while Professor Flitwick, who was beside him, was shocked and said in a tone of disbelief: "You said the trial of grass..."

"That's right, it's what you think."

Mike had a black question mark on his face, and he really couldn't understand the conversation between the two.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick noticed his doubts and explained: "The power of wizards in ancient times was not so strong, so at that time the world did not belong to humans alone. At that time, monsters were rampant, so a and Wizards are a completely different and extraordinary profession, witcher!

Demon hunters are responsible for protecting ordinary people and eradicating monsters. When they are strong, even the dark wizards who are also human beings are their hunting targets. However, the prosperity must decline, and the witcher quickly weakened. They then turned into mercenaries in the form of rangers, and even some of the witchers didn't care who the target was, as long as they had the money to shoot them.

By the end of the Middle Ages, witchers had completely disappeared, and the method of becoming a witcher was lost.

It is impossible to know how the witcher was born, but according to the only information, if you want to become a witcher, you must pass a trial called green grass! "

After listening to Flitwick's explanation, Mike immediately became excited. Since Arthur has the power of a witcher, it means that Vesemir has found a way to test the grass.

Then, if you have a good relationship with the other party, and then set up the grass trial, can you get the same physical fitness as Arthur?

He could even use the grass trials on his subordinates. Wouldn't it be nice that everyone in his subordinates would be superheroes?

Thinking like this, Mike's eyes locked tightly on Vesemir, and his eyes gradually became hot.

It seemed that Mike's hot eyes were staring at him a little uncomfortable, Vesemir snorted coldly, looked at Mike with some contempt, and said, "I can see it, your student is completely a profit-oriented person! Don't I thought I didn't know what you were thinking, so I'll tell you now, you will never pass the green grass trial!"

The implication is:

You're thinking about ass!